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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:58 pm
Mistress's idea, of course, was brilliant, and he was suddenly left wondering why he hadn't suggested it sooner, and completely embarrassed.
At Junko's comment, Christof's face lit up as he sat up straight(er) in his chair. His expression soured a hair when she said 'not a coffin'. He supposed that would not be a big deal. It was certainly not rocket science, building a box. He nodded slowly.
Anything else I can do, Mistress, please don't hesitate to ask? He practically peeped as he turned to Junko as she finished managing the others. A harmless piece of paper came out to ask a harmless question: How big? which he offered out to her for once she had a moment. They were trying to avoid paper trail, but if need be, he'd feed the piece of paper to Jericho.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 8:42 pm
"Um...well, it shouldn't be anything too complicated! I need a lot of black and a lot of red I just don't know what to make it with exactly? I was thinking I could make replicas of Red's pin to use as the clasp for the cloak? Since Shehk and Riley don't remember seeing one with the actual cloak, I don't know if I can make a cloak like that right now. Maybe if I had more time and..less cloaks to make." She wasn't complaining, not in the least. She was fine with doing this.
Christof's sour expression caught Junko's eye and she panicked a moment. Why did he look unhappy? Did he not want to make the box? Did he want something better to do? She didn't mean to upset him! Ohhhh, she wished he could talk! "Ah..Christof? Are you alright?" Her only answer came in two simple words. "Ah...hm. Big enough for students to leave gifts if they so choose? So many..I dunno...the size of a coffin, but not the shape? I mean, there're races that use coffins to sleep in so I'd rather not risk some kind of...future..accidental mix-up or something..." Did that make sense?
Jericho was right though. They had a plan! This was very good! "I'm glad. The sooner we do this the better."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 8:47 pm
Jericho peeked at the slip Christof wrote, but then looked back to the seamstress, thinking. A darker color metal, but they would have to paint it. Otherwise he could try seeking out two plastics. Or he supposed he could get a big sheet of aluminum and spray paint it black.. then have the red moons detailed on afterwards. He didn't really know what would be the best route to take as far as this went.
"If I provide a metal and some paint, would that work? You'd just have to make the shape, paint the symbol and then fasten it to the cloak," he mused.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 8:51 pm
Another facepalm on Shehk's part...before she groaned and cradled her head which throbbed in response to it. Auuuggghhh, it really wasn't getting any better than it had been when she walked in.
After a moment of groaning over her head, the pricolici looked up. "Sorry..I..sew flesh, not fabric. I... can stand in as a Dressform or something though..." she offered. It did help that Riley would be beaming information instead of any other sort of..sneaky method. She laid her head back on the table. "But I agree with no paper trail, this is why you're the queen, Riley." Shehk gave the mindflayer a thumbs up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:47 pm
Christof glanced to Jericho, shifting as more construction was being flung around. He wanted to help... but no Paper Trail... but Mistress couldn't translate everything... and no one here knew Sign.. but no paper-trails allowed...
"Hrnnn..." He gave in, and under the note, scribbled out before Mistress could be cross with him and offered it out to the Dragon:
Make paper template.
Paint gold buttons.
Kind with loop in back,
not holes. Save time
and energy and still
make nice thing.
Find metal? He wasn't planning on smithing their party favors was he? If he was going to be doing that thing Dragons did, he could at least save himself a bit of work.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:51 pm
Taking the slip, Jericho gave it a quick read over. Oh. This would work pretty nicely. He almost forgot they could probably buy a bunch of blank pins. In fact, that would work a lot better than making the damn things. They'd just have to stamp them or something like that then.
"This should work. I'll seek out some blank pins or buttons we can just paint over with a sort of stamp or template type thing," he said.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:39 pm
Then we are done. You all know what you must do, any questions should be directed at myself or Junko, with the proper discretion. Junko, inform me the moment we are ready.
Her eyes turned, very warily, towards Jericho. Speak to Cricket, if you must. But be cautious. We don't know when or where yet, so that should help keep the conversation safe. After you've spoken to her, return to me. If you feel she is to be trusted, she will receive the message the same as the students.
She really didn't like the idea. It was plain on her face. But the Council had voted.
Riley sat back down in her chair, folded her hands in front of her, with the fingertips touching one another, and rested her face against her hands. Go now. Time is of the essence.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:42 pm
"Will do," Jericho nodded before getting up from his seat. He'd go speak with Cricket now, then deal with the pin stuff once that was all finished. Glancing over at the others, he then smirked.
"Good luck with your own tasks," he said before walking on out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:46 pm
Junko let the boils fuss over the pins. She had no idea how to mass produce something, it wasn't something she'd ever done. Hopefully it'd all work out. "I'll send you a million texts until you answer." Junko told Riley, though she didn't mean it. She'd send one text. Just one. She'd be good.
"If any of you need me I'll be in my room...after I get a crate of energy drinks." Junko may have been serious.
She was totally serious.
Standing, the ghoul waved to the others and picked up her mug on her way out. Uuuuugh. This was going to be a long project.
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